Ever have a day where if you kept score, you obviously lost by noon and it didn't get much better after that? I do. It seems like a lot, really there are a lot of those days, they are just spaced well. Or I can be positive and say there aren't that many and I seem to survive okay. But I am not in that positive mood right now. So allow me to get my pessimism out. Yesterday sucked. And I don't want to relive hardly any of it, I will only tell you of the one thing that I might find funny in a week or ten. But the rest I am going to try and forget.
Obviously, yesterday, I was stressed to the tips of my hair. I felt the strain of the day and wanted it to be done torturing me. It was only 6pm and I hadn't started my fantastic dinner of spaghetti. The "I have to make dinner but don't want to" meal. I got a call from a friend asking if they could come over and let their birthday girl play with Big Girl J, since all day that is all she asked for. I figured there was no harm, but the house was a bit messy and I hadn't started my cop out dinner. So I get up, a bit more motivated but still bitter at the day, and start water on the stove. I then began to pick up random toys laying all over the house. I get the meat cooking, saute the mushrooms and think I may have finally got the perfect amount of noodles in the boiling water. I always do too much and when it isn't too much, I have actually cooked too little and had to make more. But this batch proves my day might just end well.
The girls help pick up their mess, and have been playing nice. They kept running into the kitchen and tickling me from behind, then I would turn around and tickle them back till they ran out of the kitchen screaming. Wonderful husband calls and says he is on his way home, and needless to say all of this happening with in 10 minutes hasn't helped my frazzled brain too much. I pull out my strainer and stick it in the sink. I grab the pan of boiling noodles cooked perfectly and dump them in the strainer. I pick the strainer and shake it gently. I then move to dump the noodles back into the pan and drop one side of the strainer. I then watch the noodles dump down the garbage disposal. I scream. Then I have an idiotic moment and promptly shove my hand down into the middle of the steaming once boiling noodles, my scream changes from that of disbelief to pain. For I have just burned my hand. Only to the point of opening a dry skin crack and causing a slightly goofy feeling in the tips of my fingers for less than 24 hours.
I then decide to walk away.
Big Girl J was kind enough to ask me if I was OK, she was very concerned about mom, because mom doesn't always scream like that.
In all fairness, I am surprised that I don't scream like that more often. After I called Wonderful Husband and held back the tears. I returned to the sink. I found this.